Brooke, wait for the ending, just wait...
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Dean was sure he was seeing things. No way what his eyes told him was real. He yelled, an anguished, desperate cry.
"NO!"
He ran, his feet no longer obeying his mind. He reached the still form and his heart felt like someone had cracked it. Lily wasn't moving.
He had seen the spell hit her, the green igniting her from behind. Her blonde hair had been falling out of its careful plait, her wand gripped in her hand. Then the wood had clattered on the floor, and she had crumpled.
Her grey eyes stared now, not seeing.
And never seeing again.
Dean knelt, and gathered her body in his arms.
"Lily, I'm so sorry! For everything!" He whispered. He though back to fifth year, when he had left her in the corridor, face solemn.
One summer. That's how long they had been together. Then he he remembered the argument they had, had yesterday.
Had it only been yesterday? It felt like years ago.
Her face had been filled with so much anger, Dean had almost doubted it once looked at him with such tenderness.
And now he never got to tell her he loved her. And how he regretted fifth year. He felt tears streaming down his face.
He thought he saw her face stir, but he looked away quickly. A horse voice broke his thoughts.
"Dean?"
He looked down, and saw Lily, alive. He felt his breath catch in his throat.
"Lily? H-how?"
She just smiled.
"You are the world's biggest idiot, you know that?"
Dean grinned.
"Oh really, Lils?"
Lily slowly sat up.
And then they kissed for the first time in three years.
